Tastemetoo2 - Taste Me Too

★﹐sabrina carpenter: coachella (2024)．﹗★

Does anyone want to bite down into my shoulder while they fuck me? I promise I'll whimper and moan about it.

Raegan chuckled at his answer, the sound of his voice becoming all breathy stirred an itch deep inside of her. A small moan escaped her own lips when his hips met hers; no doubt a calculated move to get the upper hand. She loved torturing him that was true, but it was all games stopped when he did it back to her. Her gaze followed his as he took her hand and led it down to the waist band of his jeans. Her fingers making quick work of the button and zipper as he playfully chastised her for behavior she’d never change. Raegan’s mouth was on his after he asked if she was evil, her lips passionately melding with his as she reached her hand into his jeans and boxers. Smiling against his lips, her fingers idly caressing his length. “You love it.” she giggled before a moan escaped her lips instead once he bit down on her collarbone. She loved getting him this way, it didn’t matter that she always felt like the only girl in the world when she was with him regardless. Having him vulnerable in this way for her was more than she could wrap her little blonde head around. His mouth continued to roam her chest and the soft flesh above cups of her bra as she continued to stroke him. “I want you so bad right now…” the words tumbling from her lips before they crashed against his again. Feverishly tasting him as she tried to pull the remainder of his bottoms off. 

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What is it you actually want from me?' Vinny seemingly barked at Raegan, catching himself in the moment and gesturing with his hands pointed at his chest that he was apologetic. 'I'm sorry. That's on me. This deal tomorrow could go either way and everyone's up my ass about it, I can't fuckin' think straight, I wanna be around you. That's about all I want right now. I gotta see you on my phone most days for Christ's sake. It's like everybody gets to see you but me and I-' he paused. 'Maybe it's not very mafioso of me but I need you sometimes. I don't want you in a hotel room I want you in my penthouse.' Vinny took the tumbler of whiskey he'd been drinking and sat it on the bar in his hotel and walked over to the much shorter female counterpart of his, taking her chin in his hands and lowering his gaze. 'I'm sorry, alright.'

Sabrina Carpenter for Skims.

Taylor Russell wearing Vivienne Westwood FW98, Makeup by Bea Sweet

It was like the performer got a second blast of energy up on that stage. Now that she had such a special guest in the house she knew she had to outdo herself. Every act went as planned, every outfit change was seamless. She hit every note, she always did, but she really let her vocals loose this show. All the while making sure she was catching his eye. Either way she knew he was captivated. The last song of the night was especially for him, everyone else loved it to. But tonight the person it was designated for was actually there. She was giddy with excitement, laughing in-between breaths and hitting all her moves. “Have you ever tried this one?” She asked in a sinfully playful voice; slowly getting in other doggy position and looking back at Vinny. Her bright eyes holding his dark smoldering gaze. 

After the last set she did a curtsey and thanked everyone for coming out and for keeping her dreams alive. Her dancers, back up singers, back of house, everyone came out and took their bow. As Raegan exited the stage she whispered to her head of security to make sure Vinny made it back stage safely. “Autographs.” Her stage hand stated matter-of-factly to her as she dried her forehead and neck with the clean towel handed to her. She smiled shaking her head, nothing could bring her down from the high she was riding. She happily followed him to the designated green room where the blonde would sign a few autographs for waiting fans before sneaking away with her lover. It wasn’t long before she caught his gaze again; he was following her head of security through the crowd. An even bigger smile breaking out across her face as she made her way over to him. 

Two weeks… that’s how long it’s been since the songstress had been able to be in the same room as her paramore. Sound check for her LA show dragged on, she was always excited to perform that wasn’t the hang up. Although the blonde wasn’t hurting for attention, she heard thousands of screaming voiced every night. No, what Raegan craved was one voice, one person’s overpowering attention on her, to feel like she was the only person who existed to him. “Hey, Rae…” the words went unheard as her thoughts ran wilder and wilder thinking of the last time she saw him, she did whatever she wanted and as always he let her. “Raegan!” the voice belonged to her stage hand, she quickly whipped around to see them standing in the doorway of her dressing room. “Yes…” she answered with a dull smile. “You’re on in 5.” He smiled back leaving her with a thumbs up. 

She chuckled at herself as she made sure her earpiece was secure in her ear before exiting the room and making the long journey backstage. Wardrobe stopped her on her way up, make up, and last but not least hair. All hands she didn’t usually mind touching her but right now she only yearned for one pair of hands to roam freely and unabashedly across her body. “Ready?” they asked before they started to roll her intro video. A cute little running late scene, Raegan did a quick neck roll to make sure she was loose and ready. Holding her arms out her assistant wrapped her in her bedazzled towel. “Show time” the blonde smiled before running haphazardly out onto the stage up the stairs and then back down the stairs and finally tosses her towel to the side. A pristine smile painting her face as she looked out into the crowd, waving and blowing kisses as she waited for her microphone to drop. The bit was pretty funny; releasing the mic just out of her reach until it is finally lowered. The opening notes of her single “Taste” start to play as she overlooks the crowd, her blue eyes trained on a brown pair right in the front. An undeniable smile spread across her face as she began to sing. 

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